Thursday, December 30, 2010

Uh, No.

Quincy, oh Quincy, what are your thoughts on that young man Mr. West? Your generationally separated twin, si?

How man? No way. Did he write for a symphony orchestra? Does he write for a jazz orchestra? Come on, man. He's just a rapper. There's no comparison. I'm not putting him down or making a judgement or anything, but we come from two different sides of the planet. I spent 28 years learning my first skill. I don't rap. It's not the same thing. A producer has to have some sort of skills that enable him to be a producer. It's totally different to know what to do with 16 woodwinds you know from piccolos down to bass clarinet. It's a whole different mindset. No comparison. None. 

—Quincy Jones, on Kanye West Click here for full article. 

Like Quincy,
Kanye is a masterful producer. Artfully arranges diverse and various sounds to create a musically captivating end result.

Quincy is unnerved by  the comparison.
For while they both produce, 
Kanye achieves it without having been a student of music theory or a traditional musician.

I get it Pop Pop.

You mad.

Imagine Picasso learning 100 years later that a Hipster performance art piece is selling for just as much.
Hasn't happened, but imagine?
"Now ain't that some bull shit." says Pablo. 

If Michelangelo awakened in mid 19th century France?
Realism? Impressionism?
He would have slapped Manet. 
and Monet?
Two times.
slap, slap. 

Both producers have mastered their respective crafts. and their egos. 
It's just...
if this were a Geometric proof,  
Kanye applied a theorem and Quincy diligently worked through all otherwise necessary steps. 
...the end result is still pretty darn good.

you're more than justified,
but in the words of your begrudged protégé:

Let the champagne splash, 
Let that man get cash.
Let that man get pass. 

That's Rashida Jones. Didn't feel like posting a picture of Ye or Quincy. So here's his daughter so you can break up the words because too much black print hurts your eyes.  Ya'll silly. 

No comments: